Sunday, 27 October 2013

A GOOD HUSBAND

She was rapidly approaching the point of completely 
losing herself in the passion and pleasure of the 
moment. With her arms tied above her, and her legs 
tethered by long silken scarves to the posts and iron 
frame of the hotel bed, she could hear her own 
breathing accelerate with each passing moment. The new 
lacy nightgown that she was wearing for the first time, 
a gift for "this special night", that her husband had 
dressed her in, was now hiked up high enough to expose 
her increasingly wet vulva to the attractive, young, 
black stranger whose mouth was within inches of her 
sensitive vulva. 

As the handsome man's wet tongue lightly brushed 
against her swelling clit for the first time, awareness 
of her surroundings began to fade as intense pleasure 
began to crowd out all rational thought. That she 
should feel safe was important to her, and the presence 
of her husband sitting comfortably on a nearby chair 
and watching her with a new lover, the first man other 
than her husband that she had ever experienced, 
provided her that sense of safety. But now, as sexual 
excitement overcame all inhibition, she became less 
aware of her husband, as the primitive part of her mind 
tuned in to the sensation of being totally at the mercy 
of this remarkably exciting lover.

The black man's face was close-shaven and his eyes were 
dark, kind and beautiful. His scent was clean and spicy 
and she could now only imagine running her hands 
through his hair and pushing his face closer to her. 
Yet in spite of being tied up, she still had the 
freedom to thrust out her pelvis closer to him, thus 
encouraging more contact. Her lover seemed to 
instinctively react to this motion by flexing his 
tongue against her clit in such a way as to cause an 
intense response of pleasure from her, accompanied by a 
sudden and extraordinary creamy wetness that permeated 
her vagina. 

He began to flick his tongue quickly and gently along 
the sensitive surface of her exposed womanhood. She 
alternately sensed the warmth of his breath and then 
the cool wetness of the room's air against the damp 
hairs of her vulva as he breathed in and out against 
her. She sensed that she would not hold on long before 
her senses would overwhelm her and she would orgasm. 
Normally, she would have welcomed this release, but she 
was being transported so far from ordinary pleasure 
that she feared an orgasm would bring this altered 
state to a premature end.

As she cried out for him to stop, her blurred and 
muffled moans reminded her of the handkerchief that her 
husband had tied around her mouth. As the passionate 
and unintelligible sounds, which emanated from her rose 
higher and higher, the sexual intensity of the room 
rose too, by several degrees. Instinctively, her 
smooth, black, bare-chested lover, pulled himself away 
from between her legs and began to remove his briefs, 
leaving her cool and moist crotch in desperate 
anticipation of further pleasures...

***

Her husband had seen the black man at his health club. 
The youth, who worked as a club lifeguard during the 
last several summers, would shower and shave with all 
of the regular members of the club. While most of the 
members of the club were in very good physical 
condition, it would never have occurred to the husband 
to think about them as partners for his wife. Why would 
it? After all, he was as possessive of his voluptuous 
wife as any other guy would be. 

He had a wonderfully close partnership with his wife 
and their evenings were frequently filled with loving 
and joyful sexual relations. There was not a sense that 
anything was missing. Yet one day, as he saw the young 
man's limber muscles ripple as the lifeguard pulled a 
towel across his upper back, something clicked. 

That this quiet and unassuming young man exuded a raw, 
youthful and intense animal sexuality should have been 
irrelevant to the husband. The young man was 
simultaneously muscular, powerful, and hard, and also 
smooth and gentle looking. And while he felt sure that 
he was not attracted to the man in any physical way, he 
sensed that his wife would be swept away by him. 

He sometimes fancied that because of his close 
relationship with his wife he could almost see the 
world from her perspective, and thus he thought he knew 
what might drive her wild. In his mind he held a vivid 
image of his shy wife in the throes of ecstasy while 
being ravaged by him as if by a beautiful black beast.

That he and his wife were faithful to one another was 
not even a question. During their many years of 
lovemaking they had experimented with videos, pictures 
and story magazines. While they had often enjoyed the 
excitement of these stimulating fantasies, it had 
always been understood that neither partner would 
actually involve an outside person in their sex life. 

It couldn't be denied, however, that his wife seemed to 
get turned-on by scenarios that depicted black men 
getting it on with someone else's wife. After that 
particular day at the club, he began to imagine how 
exciting it might be if he were to surprise his wife 
with the gift of this man's sexual energy for just one 
special night.

Roger's wife was modest and proper and would certainly 
resist the notion of such a meeting if they jointly 
discussed or made plans for such a meeting together. If 
this fantasy evening were to happen, it would have to 
happen on the husband's initiative, and on the spur of 
the moment. He would have no backup plan if the youth 
was not interested or, if after things progressed to a 
late stage, his wife wanted to back out. 

The chances of a wild night of pleasure for his wife 
involving someone whom to her was a total stranger were 
certainly slim. After a long winter and spring of 
private fantasy, the husband happened to be at the club 
one afternoon as the lifeguard was coming off-duty.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you here. Are 
you working here this year?"

He had broken the ice. Through the brief conversations 
that they engaged in over the next few weeks, he 
discerned that the lifeguard, whose name was Daryll, 
was spending his last summer at the club to earn money 
before he would be leaving for the East Coast to pursue 
an MBA. Daryll had recently broken up with his 
girlfriend, the one and only girl he had ever been 
with, ending a monogamous relationship that had begun 
when they were each sixteen years old. His girlfriend 
had been upset that he had chosen to leave town, and 
thus her, to go to a prestigious graduate school.

Daryll was upset by his breakup and told the husband 
that he would be leaving for the East in a few days. 
Feeling that it was "now or never", the husband offered 
to meet him at a bar so that Daryll could tell him his 
girl troubles. It was over drinks that the husband told 
his little "white lie." He confided to him that his 
wife had never been able to have a vaginal orgasm. 
While this was true, the truth was that this had never 
mattered to either of them. Yet to Daryll he had 
implied that this was somehow causing a strain on their 
marriage. If Daryll could somehow find his way past any 
embarrassment, Roger would surely appreciate his 
help...

***

After his four-year-old daughter had been picked up to 
spend the night at her young friend's house, Roger 
hugged his wife.

"I have a surprise for you darling. Are you ready for a 
change of plans?"

"Sure. I was going to that movie for you"

"This is going to require an open mind, I hope you will 
trust me. You know how much I love you."

A short time later, they arrived at a nice, upscale 
hotel that they had never been to before. Their room 
had been reserved and ready before they reached the 
front desk.

***

When Daryll entered the hotel room, he was amazed by 
what he saw. Bound to the posts of the bed, with her 
legs wide apart, a handkerchief tied through her mouth, 
and wearing a slinky and inviting nightgown, was a 
sexy, petite white woman. She was propped up with 
pillows so that she was well supported in a semi-
reclining position by the foot of the bed and with her 
knees bent and legs spread. Her small breasts and 
large, sumptuous nipples were clearly visible through 
the sheer material of her lingerie.

Her eyes widened to saucers as he approached, and her 
sounds of panic, while muffled and unintelligible, were 
quite unmistakable. Her brown, wavy hair flowed 
luxuriously across her shoulders and chest as she began 
to struggle against the silk restraints tied about her 
wrists. Daryll's first impulse was to turn back, but 
her robe-clad husband put his hand on his shoulder and 
prodded him a bit closer to his wife and the bed.

"This little ritual is all part of how my wife is able 
to get excited," the husband quietly and confidentially 
said close to Daryll's ear. While this was an outright 
lie, it seemed the only way to keep things rolling. He 
was confident that his wife would settle in to this 
situation if given the proper time.

He continued in an undertone. "My wife and I have 
worked out a signal, and if she really wants to quit, I 
will let you know. I'll be sitting over here in the 
chair."

Darryl removed his shirt to reveal his sleek, yet 
muscular physique. As his wife watched his every move, 
her struggling continued, but with slightly less 
urgency. As he removed his pants and his strong thighs 
became visible, her vocalizations became quieter, 
almost questioning. She stared at the young black man, 
mesmerized, watching as his chest muscles and abdomen 
gracefully strained and relaxed while he removed his 
socks. 

At once, the shock of adrenaline and hormones flooding 
her system seemed to stun her, and she became almost 
motionless, frozen with her legs straining against the 
silk bindings keeping her legs wide open. Her head 
pulled back of its own accord and her eyelids began to 
close and flicker lightly and rapidly.

But as Daryll advanced towards her, she renewed her 
struggle. In contrast to the wild flailing she had 
exhibited when he had first entered the room, her 
movements now took on a more seductive, rhythmical and 
dance-like quality. Her arms and legs worked together 
so that she appeared to wiggle her breasts and hips in 
a slow, circular and undulating pattern.

He approached and brought his face close to hers. He 
touched the back of her head and pulled lightly at the 
handkerchief and looked into her eyes as if to ask if 
she would like him to remove it for her. Her eyes 
maintained their lock on his, studying them. She 
nervously shook her head back and forth to gesture "no" 
to let him know that she wished to keep the cloth in 
place. Oddly, the handkerchief afforded her some sense 
of control, as she felt that she may not be ready for 
him kiss her mouth. 

It was also apparent to her that the gag would give her 
the freedom to scream out loudly and without 
inhibition. Still, his offer made her feel that she 
could somehow trust him. Kneeling behind her, his lips 
began to play softly over her exposed upper shoulder 
and across the back of her neck. He nibbled gently on 
her ear as his cold hands first gripped her gown-
covered shoulders. As he continued to seduce her with 
gentle kisses, his now-warm hands worked their way 
across to her chest and he began to massage her breasts 
through the soft fabric of her nightie. 

As he gently pinched and rolled her erect nipples, she 
rolled her head back gracefully to make his lips 
contact the front of her neck. His lips and tongue made 
their way up the side of her neck and he began to 
lightly kiss the opening of her ear. As he gently 
breathed and tongued her sensitive orifice, he began to 
clench at her gown, gradually hiking up the material so 
that her gown no longer covered her crotch fully. Due 
to the way her legs were tethered to the bed, her cunt 
was soon exposed, open and vulnerable.

***

Roger watched from the chair, trying not to become 
overly aroused too quickly. He hoped that he could 
maintain his composure so that when Daryll was finished 
with his wife, he too would be able to make love to 
her. This was proving to be quite a challenge. He 
watched this young but expert lover climb off the bed 
and approach his wife's glistening crotch, head-on, a 
massive bulge straining the black man's briefs.

Although it had been only ten minutes or so since 
Daryll had arrived, Roger was close to the point of 
losing it. A big part of his problem was that he had 
been in an almost constant state of excitement for the 
past several hours leading up to this moment.

Each progressive step towards the point of no return, 
1) the packing of the suitcase with the new lingerie, 
silk scarves, handkerchiefs, comb, and condoms, 2) 
calling Daryll to confirm that they were "on" for this 
evening, 3) talking his wife into checking into the 
hotel for the night, and 4) the 20 minute drive to the 
hotel, had left Roger more than a bit over-stimulated. 

Calling Daryll from the hotel while Janine was in the 
bathroom to give him the 30-minute countdown as well as 
the room number of the hotel had actually caused his 
hands to shake a bit. And when Roger finally tied each 
of his wife's wrists, ankles and knees securely and 
comfortably to the room's elegant wrought-iron bed 
frame, he was practically buzzing.

Before he secured the gag over her mouth, he let his 
wife know that this evening's activity would be a 
different scenario from their occasional light-bondage 
fantasy. Janine seemed a bit worried, but before any 
words could get in the way, Roger fastened the cloth 
over her tongue, across her cheeks and behind her head. 

He primped her in her nightgown and slowly stroked her 
wavy brown hair with her favorite brush until it 
practically radiated energy. He took a comb from the 
suitcase and began to gently stroke her pubic hair. He 
correctly thought that Janine would assume this 
foreplay would be to ready her for himself. When they 
heard the quiet knocking at the door she suddenly knew 
that the rules had changed.

***

Daryll's massive black cock seemed to come roaring out 
of its den with inadequate warning. When Janine saw its 
size and girth her sudden desire to have him deep 
within her paradoxically awoke her from her near 
hypnotic sexual reverie. Suddenly the reality of losing 
her marital virginity caused her to panic. She had 
always been a proper and upright person as well as a 
devoted wife, and she wasn't sure she could deal with 
the guilt of having been unfaithful to her husband. She 
suddenly became annoyed that her husband had put her 
into this position.

But in the next instant it came to her that this had 
been all Roger's doing, and that she could actually 
come out of this with perhaps the greatest fuck of her 
life AND the moral edge of having done this for her 
husband. This was a "no-lose" situation! As Daryll 
rolled a condom over his gigantic penis, she began to 
wriggle and struggle seductively as though she were a 
thoroughly helpless victim.

At once, Daryll seemed to lose any inhibition he might 
have harbored; he pounced upon her, kissing her firm 
stomach, licking her sensitive nipples and her throat, 
and finally pulling her gown up to her chin. His strong 
arms and large hands worked their way beneath her, past 
the small of her back and down to her butt before 
lifting her ass cheeks to spread her wide open from 
below. She was full of anticipation as she felt his 
large pole begin to probe her labia. 

The next instant he had entered her, the massive width 
of his rock-hard dick stretching her vagina in an 
unfamiliar ways. A sense of intrusion and fullness 
began to overwhelm her suddenly too-small cunt. She 
felt that she truly might not be able to contain his 
member within her as he pushed deep into her, sending 
her to a place she had never been. As he pumped his 
thick rod in and out of her creamy cunt, her feminine 
cistern began to sing back to him in a language of 
gripping contractions, and viscous, smooth-muscle 
massage. 

Every cell in her body felt alive and tuned to this 
alien frequency, and she desired only that this bliss 
should continue forever. His grunts and heavy breathing 
in her ear played counterpoint to the wails of pleasure 
that escaped more from her nostrils than her mouth. The 
primitive portion of her brain commanded her legs, 
thighs, and her hostage gluteal muscles to intensify 
the coordinated vaginal massage of his throbbing penis. 

After an interval that seemed at once infinite and 
fleeting, the drama of this muscular wrestling match 
deep within her body began to near its apogee. Sensing 
the inevitable, Daryll's penis impossibly plunged yet 
deeper into her as the two lovers simultaneously 
succumbed to massive orgasms. 

His penis began to spasm powerfully within her as he 
climaxed, releasing his prodigious load safely within 
her and within the condom. In response, her nervous 
system temporarily sent her mind and body into a new 
dimension, beyond critical thought, beyond time and 
place, beyond husbands and wives, beyond children, 
beyond condoms, beyond all concerns...

***

Roger had watched from just a few feet away as the 
fruition of his carefully crafted plan was realized. He 
had watched as his wife had left him and everything 
else they shared, briefly, for a new place that he 
could only imagine. When the rhythm of Janine and 
Daryll's shared rapture abated, Roger realized that all 
his goals had been reached, down to the detail of his 
maintaining his erection without ejaculation.

Daryll slowly extricated himself from Janine, climbed 
down from the man's wife and quickly dressed. Roger 
quietly thanked Daryll and then escorted him to the 
door so that he could be alone with his wife. Roger 
returned to her and removed the wet handkerchief from 
her face. Her body felt warm, limp and soggy as he held 
her close. Her breathing was still quick as she 
whispered to him that she loved him, and kissed him on 
the mouth warmly and sloppily. 

He untied her scarves from the bedposts, leaving them 
still around her wrists and ankles. As he lied down 
beside her, she summoned the energy to roll over half-
upon him and kiss him sweetly. "Touch me," she breathed 
into his ear.

He touched her as he had so many times before and 
thought that she felt somehow different to him. He 
became highly aroused as she placed her hand gently, 
lovingly, around his penis. As he gently touched her 
engorged clitoris she in turn sensed his extreme 
hardness through her touch, and she quickly buckled and 
stiffened as she came in her usual wonderful way. 

He quickly mounted her and played only but a dozen 
strokes in her seemingly cavernous, hot, wet and creamy 
vagina before releasing within her his enormous hot 
load; the product of all of his prolonged stimulation. 
After a few minutes she got up to pee. When she 
returned they snuggled and fell fast asleep in each 
other's arms. They both stirred from sleep together 
some hours later, murmuring and kissing as they renewed 
their commitment and love for each other.

For many nights their shared experience of that special 
night fueled hot, passionate sessions of lovemaking. 
They still completely trusted each other. Both Roger 
and Janine felt that they were tuned in to one another, 
perhaps more so than they had been before their special 
night. 

That night at the hotel had come about because of 
Roger's intuition and initiative, proof that he would 
indeed do anything to bring his wife pleasure. It had 
been a new and unique experience that neither partner 
felt needed further repetition.

***

Months later, during the cold winter, Roger was 
exercising at the club when lightning struck. A woman 
whom he had never seen before walked by him so 
effortlessly and gracefully, that it seemed she was 
powered by some alternative source of energy. This 
woman looked to be just under 30 and was petite with 
small breasts, a narrow waist, silky and shapely legs, 
luscious lips and long, curly, reddish-blond hair. A 
secret and powerful sexual aura seemed to radiate from 
her, a gravity pulling Roger into her orbit. 

The perfection of her as she moved across the room, the 
way every aspect of her body exuded sexuality took his 
breath away. When she turned and saw Roger staring, 
their eyes locked. They held each other's gaze for 
quite some time without the slightest hint of 
embarrassment. He had no thoughts of infidelity. While 
there was powerful attraction between himself and this 
perfect creature, he "knew" deep down that a third 
piece of this puzzle would somehow fall into place. 

Once again something clicked for him as he summoned 
memories of how his wife would become wet when watching 
videos depicting women making love to each other, or in 
threesomes with a man. Wonderful scenarios raged in his 
imagination. How to make this happen...

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